I love her still." "I found that out yesterday.

That is why I dared come.

I found, among the English letters, one from you to her, written--_after_." "I wrote her again and again.

She never replied.

Thank God, she knew I loved her to the last." He rested on the tabletop and stood leaning over and looking down.
"Dear Mr.Berkley," she murmured gently.
He straightened himself, passed a hesitating hand across his forehead, ruffling the short curly hair.